Black Superman
This here's the story of Cassius Clay
Who changed his name to Muhammad Ali
He knows how to talk and he knows how to fight
And all the contenders were beat out of sight
Muhammad, Muhammad Ali
He floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee
Mohammed, the black superman
Who calls to the other guy I'm Ali catch me if you can
Now all you fight fans, you've got to agree
There ain't no flies on Muhammad Ali
He fills the arena wherever he goes
And everyone gets what they paid for
Muhammad, was known to have said
You watch me shuffle and I'll jab off your head
He moves like the black superman
And calls to the other guy I'm Ali catch me if you can
He says I'm the greatest the worlds ever seen
The heavyweight champion who came back again
My face is so pretty you don't see a scar
Which proves I'm the king of the ring by far
Muhammad, Muhammad Ali
He floats like a butterfly and stings like a bee
Muhammad, the black superman
Who calls to the other guy I'm Ali catch me if you can
In Zaire
Once there was a battle there in Zaire in Zaire
Hundred thousand people there in Zaire in Zaire
All those people gathered there in Zaire in Zaire
To see the rumble in the jungle there in Zaire in Zaire
Came a man called Elijah in Zaire in Zaire
With him came the superstar in Zaire in Zaire
All those people came from far in Zaire in Zaire
To see the rumble in the jungle there in Zaire in Zaire
All those people chanted there in Zaire in Zaire
Seven rounds of torture there in Zaire in Zaire
One more round and Ali's there in Zaire in Zaire
There was great excitement everywhere in Zaire in Zaire
And who was the victor in the night?
Elijah Mohammed's boy Ali won the fight
The lightning struck twice in the night
First in the ring and then after the fight in Zaire in Zaire
Africa Man
Gold Coast, Kenya, Belgian Congo
Tanganyika and Zululand
They took those people across the water
To Southern States and the Caribbean
Africa. Africa, Africa Man
You can't hide your head in the sand
Who was sold to the newfoundland
Your brothers and your sisters, Africa Man
All they wanted was their freedom from the trader man
They had heart and soul and rhythm
Rhythm spread all over the land
I said who got the music? Africa Man
Who got the soul now? Africa Man
Who got the rhythm? Africa Man
Somebody took those people by the hand
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